|Birth: ||Mar. 10, 1921|
|Death: ||Nov. 28, 1991|
She was united in marriage to Julian Trinidad Bosquez on 04/26/47. She had six children, Paul, Tommy, Janie, Julian, Estevan, Nellie and numerous grandchildren.
Preceded in death by her husband Julian in 1984 and parents Matias Cesto and Paula Felan, her grandchilden Theresa Rosemary Bosquez & Paul Bosquez Jr, daughter-in-law Catarina Bosquez.
I remember my grandma, we called her Grandma Keena. I miss the smell of handmade warm tortillas that she was making in her kitchen. I remember as I would walk thru I would grab one and head out the back door. I miss her funny sense of humor. She always was getting on to someone or telling them how it is going to be (I inherited that from her). I have to say that I am proud of that.
In 1984, when my grandpa died, I remember coming home from the funeral. My grandma was walking behind me thru the front door. I remember her saying to my aunty, "I can't live without him, what am I going to do without Julian." They took her into the kitchen where I heard her cry, a cry I do recognize today. I too have lost my mom and brother and I know that deep sad crying when you lose someone you love so very much.
As a child, my clear memory of her was when she painted her bedroom purple. When I was about 10 that was cool, but now that I look back, I would probably say WHY with a little giggle. I also remember when she was in her garden, she had found a baby rabbit that had eaten a tomato and was dying. She so desperately tried to save the little rabbit, but it died anyway. We buried in the garden.
She used to turn the water hose on and fill a metal tub. We would climb in, full of zest soap and have a fun time. She would spray us with water hose. Those were the good old days. I miss them so much. I miss her.
In 1991, I found out that my grandma was dying from cancer. I was 21 at the time. I remember visiting her in Enid. I brought her great gran-daughter Amber to see her. She was so proud. But it was a sad meeting because she just knew that she wasn't going to be here. I have photos of her sitting at the kitchen table. She had a sadness in her face. I just know that she didn't want to say goodbye.
My husband, daughter and I began to leave after our lengthy visit. My grandma stopped me at the front door, she put her hands on my face and said take care of your family, she told me that she loved me and that she was proud of me. I truly think that she was telling me goodbye. She didn't ever say goodbye, but her tears and a look of hurt only told me that she was trying to be strong. Her nearing of death didn't hit me until we left. I remember sitting in the passenger seat and driving back home. AND then it hit me. She was telling me goodbye, she knew that she was going to die. I cried all the way home.
When I got home, I tried calling her to tell her how much I appreciated her and how much she meant to me. But that night she was sleeping from all her medicine. I told my aunty that I would call her tomorrow morning. The next day, I tried over and over to get a hold of her. My aunt told me that she was resting but as soon as she got up that she would have her call me. My grandma never called. She died on Thanksgiving day, just a day or so after our visit.
We miss her every hour, every minute, every second of everyday.
Our days are only a gift, we walk this earth as if there is no end. We all have a beginning and an end. It is how you live in between that you are judged.
A SPECIAL THANK TO NAREEN LAKE FOR MY GRANDPARENTS HEADSTONE PHOTOS. YOU ARE TRULY REMEMBERED AND WILL ALWAYS BE CLOSE TO MY HEART. WITH HEARTFELT THANKS NAREEN, THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Matias C Felan (1874 - 1964)
Paula Felan (1896 - 1970)
Julian Trinidad Bosquez (1922 - 1984)*
Paulino Felan Bosquez (1948 - 2016)*
Created by: In Loving Memory of Mi F...
Record added: Oct 16, 2004
Find A Grave Memorial# 9607039